[TeeJay3k]
Pff
Gang gang, gang shit
Gang, gang shit, no lame shit, yeah
Look, ayy

[TeeJay3k]
Fuck a bitch and send her on her way, bitch, you know I won´t play
Popped a half a yerky, I been trippin´ damn near all day
Reminiscin´ on how we had came from pissy hallways
They ask me how much do I keep it on me, I say always

[TeeJay3k]
Fuck a nigga, finger fuck the trigger ´til it click (What up?)
Pillow talkin´ to a bitch, nigga, you a bitch (Come on)
I can´t play around, bitch, I get busy with the blick (Come on)

Doub-doub-double Ds, bitch, I put two titties on the stick (Raw)
I can´t cuff a bitch, I´d rather pull up on a sneaky link (Nah)
You ain´t suckin´ dick or poppin´ pussy, you can´t link with me (You can´t link)
Finessed her out her draws, sorry, baby, that´s the freak in me (Yeah)
Legs behind her neck, she like, "Teejay, boy you deep in me" (Yeah)
I can´t do no business if that business ain´t legitimate (What up?)
I just popped a addy just to boost up my adrenaline (Come on)
I don´t want no love, i just want pussy and some Hennessy (Come on)
I just fucked two twin bitches, I´m that nigga, literally (Come on)

This shit gettin´ crazy, all these threats these niggas sendin´ me (Down)
I ain´t got no rap, I just got bullets for my enemy (Raw)
Niggas know, if you know, you know, bitch, I been a threat
Niggas mad ´cause they see me on, lil´ bitch, you been upset (Yeah)
Chains on, only time I tuck it, when I´m fuckin´ (Sheesh)
Hit her then I take her iPhone charger, I´ma buck it (Yeah)
Eight ounces in my Faygo got me movin´ sluggish (Yeah)
Ain´t no time to chitter chat, bitch, I´m out here hustlin´ (Bitch, i´m out here hustlin´)
She say, "Babe, pay for my BBL", bitch, you ain´t gettin´ nothin´ (Bitch)

All I keep around is freaky hoes, trust, these bitches bussin´ (They bussin´)
I´m not tryna argue with you, bitch, why you always cussin´? (Always cussin´)
I had told you that I love you, I was lyin´, I was lustin´ (Yeah)

[G Herbo]
Ayy, blow you down and slow you down like you drinkin´ ´Tussin
I´m ´bout action, I don´t wanna talk, don´t want no discussion
Slime Lamb´ seats look like vomit, all my whips disgustin´ (Skrrt)
Pick your ho up, she just wanna top it, I don´t give her nothin´ (No bap)
Rims bent, I hit the curb, I got rich off flippin´ work

I´m that nigga in the city, still that nigga in the ´burbs
Fan shit, you niggas nerds, I stay fresh, my fit detergent
Flippin´ shit, a nigga splurgin´, five, six cars, a nigga swervin´
From my strip to Hollywood, I´m with the stars, I´m still learnin´
Foenem think I´m still thuggin´ so they call when shit get urgent
Really, I´m a different person, M´s and shit, I´m really worth it
Album´s done, I spit the truth, still hit the booth, I´m really workin´
Know they listenin´ ´cause I heard it, make a nigga nervous
I ain´t in the streets but in the streets ´cause I got niggas lurkin´

Put like thirty cash on his head, that´s my bitch, a Birkin
Herbo put that bag on his head, I got killers searchin´